Day 96 of 365

Tired

Day 95 of 365

an old friend. i feel sick and sad and this ol horse i have had my whole life is the only soul to confide in

Day 94 of 365

The Zombies are coming

Day 93 of 365

She's not stuck
And she's not stranded

Just a little love
is all demanded

Darker days are just
bad dreams
Slayed like serpents
Or so it seems

Rest your head on my shoulder
stay with me as we grow older

Anything I will do
Anything---I love you


poem Marc wrote to me. He wrote me much...and all of the writings have tons of feeling in them. we really hurt each other in the past, and sometimes wounds reopen and it all comes flowing back like blood that you can't stop no matter how tight you pull the tourniquet

Day 92 of 365

my two favorite jackets:

on my right, bought by Marc in 1981 London at Malcolm Mclaren's SEX store (Adam Ant era with pirate buttons)
on my left, went to a mall in Sacramento with my girlfriend in 1978 and bought this blue velvet jacket, lined in purple silk (she bought the debut album by a new group I had not heard of...Van Halen)

Day 91 of 365

funhouse

Day 90 of 365

kinda sci-fi